So for my last weekend in Sevilla some friends and I decided to go an arabic bath in Sevilla. I had heard from friends who had gone and said it was something I couldn’t miss. They were 100% correct. I am so glad I dished out the money to go. It was located right in the heart of my favorite neighborhood, Santa Cruz, on top of an ancient Arab bathhouse (Hamman) and Roman ruins. During the 16th century, a Viceroy from the Indies built a palace which today is known as the “Aire of Sevilla.” I literally felt like royalty. There were four different pools in the basement of this palace, all lit by candles (would be an amazing thing to do for a honeymoon!!). One pool was a salt pool, the biggest one was tepid, and there was two smaller ones: one hot and one like ice. It was a very unique experience. Ahhhh I simply loved it. I want to go back so bad!! I am so relaxed and happy. We only paid for the bath part of it, but there are tons of packages with massages and aromatherapy and more. Definitely something I can happily check off my “culture list,” so Katie calls it.
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| A little glimpse of my afternoon full of serenity. |
Peri already filled you in on our incredible Italy trip (see her blog below for pictures and details!!). Gosh it was amazing. As we were jaunting around different places sometimes I would just stop and think, “I’m in Italy, this is some people’s life dream, and I’m here, right now, experiencing it all.” It was humbling and satisfying at the same time, if that makes any sense at all. I simply fell in love. The food, oí, the food was perfection. All I wanted to do was eat!! And eat I did! Pizza, pasta, gelato, wine, mmmmmm my tummy was always happy.
One main highlight of the trip for me (besides the food) was St. Peter’s basilica in Vatican City. Walking into a church that is so grandiose and intricate at the same time. Like Peri said, it was really hard to take it all in. I just stood in the back for a couple minutes with tears in my eyes trying to comprehend the grandness of the basilica. I like making the connection with St. Peter’s and when Jesus says in Matthew that Peter was the disciple that Christ would build his church. And here we have one of the largest churches in the world, and I have been lucky enough to stand in it.
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| St. Peter's. |
Another memory that I have of Rome was when us girls where chillin on the Spanish steps eating some gelato. We were ‘completely innocently’ trying to get into other tourist’s pictures when we see this guy completely tackle another guy selling scarves (probably an illegal immigrant). It was pretty intense, the guy to tackled the vender guy escorted him up the stairs and everything. We were convinced he was an undercover cop. And after that all the vender guys completely disappeared. Pretty sketchy. The funny thing was that when the vender guy got tackled he dropped some of his scarves and the undercover cop guy wouldn’t let him go back and get them. So there was this pile of scarves chillin on the steps waiting for someone to come pick them up. I really had to restrain myself because you know my love of scarves!! A little while later two other vender guys came and picked them up. But it was definitely an interesting little memory.
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| The aftermath. That's a good little pile of scarves! |
Ok. Finals week. I need to study. But I only have 6 days left in Sevilla!! So bittersweet. More on my feelings next blog. :)
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